My writing tourette - otherwise known as vomiting words on screen - struck again, and I wrote, get this, nearly 11,000 words of gen . WTF, Mai? No love, no love at all. Who the hell will read this? Well, Alex will have to, in any case, because this travesty is ALL HER FAULT. Yes, that's right. I cannot be blamed, see, for I am wrong in the head. You may all proceed to follow my lead and hate my writing forever. Story's unedited because I cannot bear to look at it without weeping. I'll get to it...